"What nursing?" Marion asked.

Debra blinked at him. "You don't know?"

"Not really."

"It means stimulating milk production for women after they've had a baby."

Marion pondered. "Is it for men too?"

"Only for women."

"Got it. If you ever want kids in the future..."

"You'll make soup for me?"

"I won't let you drink it."

"Why not?"

"I've heard it's painful for mothers to breastfeed. I don't want you to go through that."

hold back her giggles. "So, if I

"Formula," Marion replied matter-of-factly.

"Dummy, if the milk isn't

That sounds perfect. If you ever feel lonely, we can move to that house in

Debra's heart softened. "Okay."

eating, Debra cleared the table and carried

room.

take it back to the kitchen, she turned a corner and bumped into Kale, who was holding a takeout

to the ground. Kale's face tightened as he quickly bent down to retrieve

landed on the writing on

an eyebrow. "Mr. Lowe is craving fish late at

curtly before walking

reminded of Marion's earlier explanation about fish soup being used to nurse mothers. A mischievous grin spread across her face as she called out loud enough for the study's O occupant to hear, "Isn't fish soup for nursing mothers? Mr. Lowe, don't tell me you just got

postpartum confinement."

darkened at her

implications, placed the

here is your fish

Debra on your way

confused. "Why would I

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